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Friday, June 10, 2011

And it was to this city, whenever I went home, that I always knew I must return, for it was mistress of one's wildest hopes, protector of one's deepest privacies. It was half insane with its noise, violence, and decay, but it gave one the tender security of fulfilment. On winter afternoons there were sunsets across Manhattan when the smog itself shimmered and glowed… Despite its difficulties, which become more obvious all the time, one was constantly put to the test by this city, which finally came down to its people; no other place in America had quite such people and they would not allow you to go stale; in the end they were its triumph and its reward. Willie Morris

New York, I love you, I miss you.

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Notes.

* this post is alternatively titled 'Morning Sickness, A Tale of Vomit and Tears in New York City.' I can not tell you how ill I felt in every single one of these photos.

* the photo of Nye's armpit is alternatively titled 'I Can't Believe You Stayed Out Late, Came Home Drunk then Threw Up in the Bath. Get Out of Bed, We're Going Sightseeing, I Don't Care If It's 89F And You Have A Headache. (You Asshole.)'

* we want to go back. Real Bad. If you are getting married and would like to pay our travel & accommodation expenses in return for nice photos, CALL ME.

i was about to say how lovely you looked! a little nyc glow must be hiding the vommy feelings. can i just say i have never been and so it's only fair that i go 1st??! my husband has now gone twice without me and so i may just pack up me and baby e and head for the dream. not the same though being there without the one you love i'm sure. here's hoping one day soon. fantastical photos you two...your blog is a new discovery for me and i likey. happy friday! x

I love this post and I love New York. The first time I went I was scared that it couldn't possibly live up to my expectations but it did, and so much more, and after a week I cried when we left. At the end of the month we're going for 6 nights (it'll be our 4th time there together) and now every time I feel more and more like I need to find a way to live there one day, even if it's just for a few months. It feels like home to me. Sigh.

I have a similar image (not as lovely...) of the Boy from a trip to NYC entitled "I can't believe you forced me out of the bathroom so you could throw up in the shower all morning. Now it's museum time..."

I love these photos, especially the ones of you & Nye together. Especially especially the one of you sitting on the bed with his hand on your tummy, despite that tummy causing all the sickness. He just looks so *excited*.

Ugh! I can't imagine traveling with morning sickness. I could barely get out of bed and make it to the kitchen during the first four months of my pregnancy. Kudos to you. And despite how sick you were feeling, your photos are gorgeous.

I feel how you feel except about London. I'm five hours from NYC by train, and it's nice, but I wish I were five hours from London. We should really switch sides of the pond. (Speaking of which, I'll be in London in two weeks... any restaurant suggestions?)

We've only ever been to NY separately, my boy & I. It'll be some kind of amazing when we swing a trip together. And there is something about that city, isn't there? I considered it my Mecca for a long time.

Oooohh, man.We have beautiful wedding pictures. Wonderful. But if you'd posted this six months ago, I would've paid your expenses in a heartbeat.I love your writing, and I worship your photos.Love, Sarah in NYC

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'Blindfold me and read out the Facebook statuses of my friends, without their names, and I will tell you which are American and which are British. Americans post links to inspirational stories and parenting blogs packed with life lessons. (British parenting blogs tend to be packed with despair and feces.) ' Ruth Whippman, America the Anxious